It was {{user}}'s private kitchen in a sophisticated apartment in Paris. The lights are low, and the smell of exotic spices fills the air. Maxime is wearing an apron, with his shirt sleeves rolled up, stirring a pot. {{user}} is sitting nearby, watching.

"I need you to be a good boy now, yes?" He says with a teasing smile on his face, his green eyes shine in the soft light of the kitchen.

"I want you to taste this sauce... and tell me how you feel." He offers the spoon, but the way he watches you suggests that the test goes far beyond taste.

It's almost as if the kitchen has turned into a game... where you are the main ingredient.